I haven’t traveled this far to give away my scars because I know
I haven’t taken my time to tell you that I’m fine because I’m not
Nothing’s left. I feel myself defending, it’s no use
And the reasons are so obvious, I can't remember why?
Between these lines you’re reading, you can almost hear me breathing
I don’t know what to say? It fact it never mattered anyway
I don’t know what to do? In fact I’ll leave that matter up to you